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No. 25 watched the scene of Hilda swallowing her own semen from beginning to end. Hilda’s face, flushed red, looked more bewitching than usual.

The fact that the semen that he had not yet been able to swallow was contaminating the area around his mouth rekindled No. 25’s sexual desire.

Hilda, who made eye contact with No. 25, took a deep breath and stared into his eyes. What I felt from the continued gaze was an intuition that he, too, wanted the same thing as me. That intuition moved Hilda’s body, which was paralyzed with pleasure.

Before anyone could say anything, she stuck out her tongue like a dog and appeared to take No. 25’s dick in her mouth again.

However, Charlotte took a step back and increased the distance between No. 25 and Hilda, who were about to touch each other. It was only one step, but to Hilda, that one step felt like nothing more than a crevasse on the glacier.

“Hilda, you haven’t forgotten the promise you made to me, right?”

It was only after seeing Charlotte’s eyes with their eerie light that Hilda’s sense of reason returned.

“Sorry, sorry.”

I almost crossed the line that Charlotte had mentioned. The reason I was able to take No. 25’s dick in my mouth and caress it was purely thanks to Charlotte’s consideration. Hilda’s desire for his cock of her own volition had the same meaning as putting her own head under the guillotine.

Seeing Hilda recognizing her mistake, Charlotte immediately relaxed her expression.

“Okay, that’s it.”

Number 25, who was in Charlotte’s arms, turned his head and asked vaguely.

“What is a promise? ?”

There was something uneasy about thinking that there was some sort of promise made by putting one’s body on the line. He looked at Charlotte with anxious eyes, and Charlotte, seeing his expression, responded with a smile as if telling him not to worry.

The conversation I had with Hilda was closer to a threat than a promise, but I couldn’t tell that to No. 25. Isn’t there a saying in the world that ignorance is medicine? Charlotte carefully placed No. 25 on the bed and opened her mouth in a friendly voice.

“It’s okay. It’s nothing.”

An uneasy feeling started to creep in, but I didn’t want to doubt Charlotte. I consoled myself that it was definitely not going to be a big deal and tried to suppress the slight anxiety.

Charlotte saw No. 25 still looking anxious and thought she needed to change the subject, so she sat down next to him and whispered.

“How about better than that? Did your friend’s mouth feel good?”

No. 25’s face, which had been soaked with anxiety, turned red again with that one word, and he said a small ‘Yes…’ .’ He answered. Truly, he was a man whose emotions were immediately visible through his facial expressions and was easy to understand. The clumsiness of No. 25 was also one of the things that Charlotte liked.

Number 25 turned his head and looked at Hilda’s face sitting in front of him again. The gaze is directed at No. 25’s lower body, the wiggling arms and legs, and the pussy still dripping with love juice. It seemed like he was trying hard to hide his unquenched thirst.

It gave off a lewd, vulgar atmosphere that made it seem as if he would ravenously pounce on a dick at any moment if Charlotte gave him permission.

After hearing No. 25’s positive answer, Charlotte bobbed his dick up and down and asked again.

“Compared to me, who is better?”

Hilda’s mouth was good, but Charlotte’s caress felt like it was on an even higher level. No. 25 was quickly heading towards climax with the simple act of holding his cock with his hand and shaking it.

No. 25’s waist moved as if it were bouncing as Charlotte’s cold fingers persistently searched for sensitive parts.

“I like Charlotte better… .”

No. 25’s expression of pleasure was satisfying. Charlotte looked up and down No. 25’s body with narrowed eyes, as if savoring it. Charlotte’s hands gradually began to speed up, and her breasts also slightly bounced up and down in sync with the movement.

The cock, covered in love juice and saliva, was making a series of water sounds that were even more obscene than usual.

Hilda, seeing No. 25 trembling in the waves of pleasure, felt an inexplicable sense of defeat cover her whole body.

I know. From the beginning, he didn’t have the arrogant thought that he could be Charlotte’s opponent. Understanding one’s topic accurately was one of the ways to live in District 7, a place without dreams and hopes.

He was fully aware of the fact that he looked more pleasant when being touched by Charlotte, with whom he always shared a body, than by his own clumsy caressing for the first time. I had no intention of denying that.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand Charlotte’s intention in calling him.

Maybe he wanted to show it. The relationship between myself and No. 25, no matter what a woman like you does, there will be no room for her to come between us.

It was a kind of warning, and at the same time an expression of confidence.

It feels like the man you like is being taken away right before your eyes by a female who is much more beautiful than you.

A normal woman would be so angry that her eyes would be bloodshot, frustrated enough to lose the will to live, or defeated by her shattered self-esteem.

But Hilda was different. A slight feeling of defeat, followed by absolute happiness. Just seeing No. 25 in the arms of another woman and making a happy expression made my pussy throbbing and numb.

This feeling was so clear and certain that it could almost be defined as happiness.

Wouldn’t it be more right to faithfully reciprocate your desires at a time when you’re feeling helpless and defeated?

When the thought reached that point, Hilda immediately took action. I pointed my finger downward again, taking in No. 25’s expression, dick, and every movement.

The inside of the vagina was noticeably hotter than before and was secreting love fluids profusely. Every time I moved my finger, there was a sound of lapping water.

As Charlotte’s caress, which seemed to urge ejaculation, continued, No. 25 convulsed as if bouncing his back and spewed out semen, just as she wanted.

Even while No. 25 was ejaculating, Charlotte did not stop holding her hands. There was no sign of the semen ever ending as it continued to stain Charlotte’s hands. Number 25, whose ejaculation volume was comparable to that of a stallion, barely opened his mouth in a voice so saturated with pleasure that he could not pronounce it properly.

“Sha, Charlotte… .”

Charlotte stroked his cock gently, as if she knew everything that was to come.

“It’s okay. Put it all in my hand.”

No. 25, led by Charlotte’s hand, emptied every last drop of semen left inside and exhaled heavily. Charlotte stared at the semen No. 25 spilling onto her palm. Normally, I would have passed it on straight away without any hesitation.

However, unlike usual, Charlotte approached Hilda, who was absorbed in masturbation, held out her palm and spoke as if giving a command. It was completely different from the way he spoke to No. 25 just now.

“Lick.”

No. 25’s sticky semen was on Charlotte’s palm. Hilda, as if she had no pride, buried her face in Charlotte’s palm as soon as Charlotte spoke and began licking it frantically. Every time the hot tongue tickled her palm, Charlotte’s body also trembled slightly.

The semen on my palm was starting to show, but there was still some left. I couldn’t miss the little bit of semen on the tip of Charlotte’s finger. Hilda took Charlotte’s finger in her mouth and began licking it as carefully as she had sucked No. 25’s cock.

The same chugging and chugging sounds as when sucking a dick echoed in the room.

Charlotte pursed her lips and stroked Hilda’s head just once and spoke as if praising her.

“Yes, you are good.”

No. 25’s semen could be found on Charlotte’s hand, and what replaced it was Hilda’s sticky saliva.

After wiping her hands with a handkerchief, Charlotte approached No. 25 again without saying a word to Hilda.

What came after the afterglow of sex was fatigue. No. 25 could not endure the pouring sleep. Charlotte, who saw No. 25 yawning slightly, kissed his forehead and gently pushed his shoulder to lay him down in his seat.

“Are you tired? That’s all for today, let’s sleep.”

“Yes… .”

Only after confirming that No. 25, who was lying in bed, was completely asleep, was Charlotte able to come out with Hilda.

Charlotte, who was two steps away from No. 25’s door, spoke to Hilda.

“Would you like to talk for a moment?”

Hilda nodded and followed Charlotte out.

Charlotte, who came out into the yard, did not confine herself to one place, but wandered around and talked to Hilda.

“Did you like it today?”

That said, as if seeing the two of them having sex right in front of my eyes wasn’t enough, they also gave me the opportunity to taste No. 25’s cock and semen, which I wanted so much. Hilda revealed exactly what she was feeling right now.

“Yes, I was really thankful today!”

When Charlotte saw Hilda lowering her head with sincerity, she burst into laughter.

“There is no need to be particularly grateful. Because this is a kind of leash.”

I straightened my back vaguely and asked back.

“A leash?”

“Okay. When you disobey me and approach No. 25, shouldn’t you have some insurance to tell the Demon King?”

I was sure that Hilda wouldn’t say anything about this relationship, but it was still better to handle the matter without leaving any trace of anxiety.

The fact that it is more effective to create allies who share the same thoughts than to create enemies who threaten oneself is a fact that can easily be answered even if asked by a naive child who does not know anything about the world.

Hilda also remained silent as if she understood everything Charlotte said.

“But if you listen to me carefully, there will be times when you sing like today. I liked No. 25, and it wasn’t a bad experience for me as it was quite a unique experience.”

Hilda’s eyes sparkled in a way that made it easy to tell that she would be called again.

Charlotte patted Hilda’s shoulder and said goodbye.

“See you tomorrow then.”

With just those words, Charlotte quietly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Hilda returned to her room after breaking up with Charlotte and went straight to bed without even thinking about changing her sweaty clothes. A pleasant feeling of fatigue was spreading throughout my body.

What happened today will probably never be forgotten for the rest of your life.

Just when I was about to get a good night’s sleep, Daisy’s head, occupying the top of the bunk bed, appeared without any warning.

I almost screamed at the thought of seeing a Dullahan who was rumored to cut off his head. Hilda finally calmed down her shocked heart and spoke with a short sigh.

“What… . Was it you?”

Daisy asked cautiously with a worried expression.

“Hilda, didn’t Charlotte say something earlier?”

“What?”

“No, didn’t you call me again and go? How can you call me right before bedtime? Should I at least say something to the Demon King?”

I didn’t understand what Daisy said. When Daisy saw Hilda’s mouth closed, she began to look at Charlotte’s scars as she pleased.

“I didn’t know at first, but now I understand why the former maids are so afraid of Charlotte.”

Hilda furrowed her brows and glared at Daisy, then answered in an unusually cold voice.

“Don’t say bad things about Charlotte when you don’t know her very well. Because I’m not the person you think.”

After finishing her speech unilaterally, Hilda pulled the blanket over her head and cut off the conversation with her.

“Huh? Huh?”

The lights turned off, and Daisy’s panicked voice was the only sound in the dark room.

Daisy felt sad to see her friend’s appearance change in one day, and had no choice but to wipe her tears by burying her face in the blanket.